I love Halloween. I cannot express just how much I love this holiday. It isn’t because of the creepy crawlies–though I do enjoy said things very deeply–but because Halloween is an entire month of celebration. For 31 days, it is entirely appropriate to hang lights, and watch horror movies constantly and eat pumpkin pie like it’s nobody’s business. Candy, chocolate and candy corn (a category of food all on its own) are a staple diet, and no one calls you a fat freak for it.
Halloween is interpreted in so many different ways. It’s personal. It can be love of darkness, free candy, creepy stories (real and fake), horror movie madness or just carving up those old jack-o-lanterns.
And words cannot express how sad I am that, as the clock strikes midnight, it will be all over.
It’ll be time for holiday cheer.
And cheer does not include dark, mad, blissfully psychotic entertainment. It will be time for good will toward men and happiness throughout the land. Out goes Jeepers Creepers and in comes The Santa Claus. The lights are blindingly bright and no darkness is anywhere to be found.
Don’t get me wrong; I love the Christmas season, but October will forever have a special place in my heart, for it is the one month in which I can do all of the things I absolutely love doing and no one thinks I’m completely insane for it.
But they’ve all read my writing. It doesn’t change no matter the time of year. What do they expect?
Poor Thanksgiving. No one cares until Black Friday.